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First snow—I release her into it—(Franz Marc)
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I know, released, she won't come back.
This is different from letting what,
already, we count as lost go. It is nothing
like that. Also, it is not like wanting to learn what
losing a thing we love feels like. Oh yes:
I love her.
Released, she seems for a moment as if
some part of me that, almost,
I wouldn't mind
understanding better, is that
not love? She seems a part of me,
and then she seems entirely like what she is:
a white dog,
less white suddenly, against the snow,
who won't come back. I know that; and, knowing it,
I release her. It's as if I release her
because I know.

I've seen it before, probably in a book or art history video. I love Franz Marc's blue horses, foxes, etc that are done in a different style, and are so whimsical. He was probably on my mind since Heather asked what animals we liked in art in her "Questions from the Met" folder yesterday.

Made it too easy again I suppose?
But not for everybody it seems…






I know, released, she won't come back.